It's a mild, slightly overcast afternoon in Northeastern PA, so H. is out in the garden planting his peppers. I love sweet peppers, so he plants several varieties of those. But over the past few years HG has really developed a taste for hot peppers. (The picture is from '04.) This year he's planting Biker Billy (jalapeno), Hungarian Volcano, and Zavory (which is supposed to be a mild habanero; that sounds like an oxymoron to me). I don't know about you, but those names tell me all I need to know!
He preserves his hot peppers in jars of salsa, or pickles of all kinds. (He'll pickle any vegetable he can fit through the mouth of the jar.) Of course his idea of "hot" is very different from mine: hot is the label for those who will eat a habanero whole, while a sprinkle of ground pepper on a whole plate of food is enough for me. So when he makes a jar of salsa and labels it "mild," it's got a kick. If he calls it "XXX" consume at your own risk, and have a glass of milk in your other hand!
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